I raise the attractive bright moon of the wine cup invitation, lower the head to peep to see a figure and the compotation has already had three people.
Here is Mars, there's Bacchus with his wine cup, Pan piping on a silver dish... and now I've arrived at what looks like another pagan god, this time in mosaic.
It's very light to hold, and it's less like a wine cup and more like a small serving bowl-a bowl that would hold the equivalent of a very large glass of wine.
" Who calls me bastard" ? Craster roared, sweeping platter and meat and wine cups from the table with his left hand while lifting the axe with his right.